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both. Life is better than I ever imagined. I’ll send postcards.

Love,

Savannah.

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Now – do you want to know what happened between Chief of Police Juliette Tremblant and legendary bad boy Tyler O’Neill? Yeah. I thought so. Keep reading for an excerpt of

THE GAMBLER.

Ten years ago, I walked away from Bonne Terre. No explanations. No good byes. Leaving behind Juliette Tremblant who had no business giving her heart to the likes of me.

Now, I’m coming back to town a rich man to try and repair the mistakes I’ve made.

Juliette is not the heart-broken girl I left behind. She’s Chief of Police and, she’s in trouble – real trouble. And I’m the only one who can help her.

She might be immune to my wealth and my charm, but she can’t resist my touch. The fire that burned between us is as hot and sweet as it ever was.

Can I convince her that gambling on us is a safe bet? Or am I all out of luck?

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The Saint

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The key to life is no emotional entanglements. No relationships. No family. Just work.

Everything was going according to my plan until a beautiful pregnant woman I’ve never seen before claims the baby she’s carrying is mine, creating a scandal that puts everything I’ve worked for in jeopardy.

Zoe is quirky and wild and unpredictable and now we’re going on fake dates just to calm the storm she created. The more time I spend with her, the more she challenges what I thought I wanted.

The more I know her, the more I want her.

Until these fake dates aren’t so fake anymore and it’s not just my career on the line.

It’s my heart.

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EXCERPT OF THE GAMBLER

Ten years ago

JULIETTE

July in Louisiana had us in its grip. The moon turned our skin to silver and even though it was a million degrees in The Manor’s sleeping porch I could not stop touching Tyler. I slipped my fingers along his ribs, over his chest and down the other side. Back and forth a thousand times. I lifted my fingers and sipped his sweat from my skin.

“Babe,” he breathed, panting a little. This sex we were having – it was seriously aerobic. “We are so good at that.”

I laughed. The truth was – I had never in my life had sex the way that Tyler and I had sex. I’d never been touched the way he touched me. Or loved. So loved it sounded corny and ridiculous but he loved me so much I felt cherished. In the dirtiest way.

And considering he was Tyler O’Neill and his bad reputation in Bonne Terre had been secured when he was in High School maybe even grade school– I was happy he was as blown away by our sex as I was. And that he felt my love, too.

I cherished him and I wanted him to feel it. The guy hadn’t had a lot of cherishing in his life.

I spent hours already this summer trying to figure out why we worked like this. Why I lost all my weird little self-conscious idiosyncrasies. Why I was able to stay out of my head and deep in my body when he touched me.

Chemistry and trust was what I came up with. It was a powerful one two punch.

“Like gold medal good, don’t you think?”

“World champs,” I said, kissing the skin closest to me which happened to be his armpit. Which should have been gross, but no part of this man was gross to me. The boys I’d messed around with in college were nothing compared to Tyler O’Neill. Not that I was going to tell him that – the man had a swollen head already, being the first man to make me come.

“I didn’t expect you out at Remy’s tonight.” Tyler rolled slightly to face me. He brushed the back of his hands down my arm to my hand. He linked our fingers together. God. We could not stop touching.

“The band sounded good,” she said. “Gatean on the trumpet was great.”

“Yeah, I think we’re getting that second set pretty tight. But still, Jules, you don’t have to be out there every night.”

“I told you Ty,” I said. “If you’re out there. So am I. Isn’t that the girlfriend’s job?”

“Well, if the girlfriend